Ever since Michelle Phan became more famous, make-up tutorials can be frequently found on YouTube – some of them better, some of them worse. Bubzbeauty’s channel is definitely one of the better ones. Her slogan...
Read More
It has been 12 years since Waris Dirie published her book “Desert Flower” and thereby raised worldwide awareness of the horrible crime that is still happening in African as well as a lot of other countries in the world. A lot has happened since: Laws were passed, which declare the circumcision of women to be a crime, information campaigns have been started to inform women and men about the risks of the practice, and still: Every 11 seconds somewhere in the world a girl becomes victim to FGM, even in regions, where the psychological and physical risks of the procedure have already been explained.
Read MoreAbout two weeks ago I posted an antry on the facebook page of the worldwide campaign “Stop FGM Now!”, that are making an internation effort to stop the genital mutilation of girls and young women all over the world....
Read MoreDear readers, please note, that I now have a new journal. The old one on Livejournal will remain active and will occasionally still be used to promote certain things, but this will be the main journal from now on. If you want,...
Read More
Darkness surrounds me.
I am standing here, on a crowded street in a big city, and yet there’s no
light. I can see the people around me, hurrying towards their invisible
goals, destined to remain an eternal mystery to my eyes. I am alone…
everybody is alone in the darkness.
A/N (Author’s Notes): This poem might seem a little strange at first. It was a writing...
Read More
Author’s Note: Inspired by my friends and the people around me, the song “100...
Read More
Als ich den riesigen Ballsaal betrat, sah ich mich, wie gewohnt erst einmal um und betrachtete ehrfurchtsvoll die wunderschönen Wandgemälde, die über Generationen der Herrscher zurückreichten. Wunderschöne Königinnen blickten auf den Saal. Ich strich mir die Haare aus der Stirn, doch sie fielen sofort wieder zurück. Also seufzte ich nur. Ein Bote trat an meine Seite. “Uranus, wir sind froh, dich begrüßen zu dürfen!” Ich lächelte. “Die Freude ist ganz auf meiner Seite. Führt ihr mich vor die Königin?” Der Bote nickte. Wir gingen durch den riesigen Saal. Wie immer bemerkte ich die Blicke einiger Ladies, und amüsierte mich insgeheim. Sie bewunderten mich immer nur. Mich aufzufordern wagte keine, aus Angst, man könnte ihr Interesse falsch verstehen.
Read More
Der alte Mann saß dort, auf seiner Decke vor der Hütte und rauchte seine Pfeife. Ich erinnere mich...
Read More
